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Stinging Past the Thistled SpawnA Poem by Max Meunierlayered pigments, boundless huedissimulate this dreary semblancepeerless, penned precisionbreadthened brush of stroke velociousaccents wrought of comp.. |
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On the Old Submissive FloorA Poem by Max MeunierWinter’s dawn has drawn as it mustSoon to rust the iron hinged doorwayThe one that trapped the pointed fingerWhere all that was for only onceBit.. |
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DaylightA Poem by Max Meunierin days of dustand clouded hazesing silent whispersamid resignationwhere muted martyrsbeckon fortha call to armsat arm's length, lostdull, broken bant.. |
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Beware the Silence Spurned In ShadowsA Poem by Max Meunierbeware the silence spurned in shadowsstalking every spoken thoughtdigging through the days discardeddoling out distorted truthsfrom the ashen aftermat.. |
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This DespairA Poem by Max Meunierlife has left us coiledstranded cold where home stands homelessfates are given and receivedas deemed fortuitousby minds of muted soundthose with whom .. |
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Every Thought Denied ExistenceA Poem by Max MeunierEvery thought denied existenceLingers long in realms of rueJust as truths untold persistSubconsciously in shades imbuedTo our known ideal of selfWe st.. |
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Answer: EgoA Poem by Max Meunierwhy must our presence present as pendulous peril perpetually passing between plausible purpose and predisposed plight prolonging pandemonium to placat.. |
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Ah, HumansA Poem by Max Meunierah, humans beingso wont to not be gottenso want not to be forgottenbesotted with perpetuancee'er naught bearing consequencefor quietus looms nighas ri.. |
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Salvation Flees Like Sifting SandA Poem by Max Meunierthrough my observations fervidthe thought of what is self, compels meam i as the earthen canvasever to absorb my callingor is my state a fate of consc.. |
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Observation #1A Poem by Richard MuellerPoetry based on observations. |
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Yana boys on Water StreetA Poem by Rubein GeterminahInspirational, wittiness, Advisory |
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-Welcome aboard-A Story by NamrataCMyriad scenes at airport. Stop for a while and notice. |
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Covfefe NationA Poem by Earl SchumackerCoverage will never be the same |
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DawnA Poem by Rubein GeterminahObservation of nature and gratitude for the dawn |
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The Coffee Shops' returnA Story by Graham DouglasThe coffee shops were once the focus of business activities; seems they are again. |
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The TideA Poem by Sean J. DezseThe TideI look out and see peoplePeople that like to be peopleThe people that walk down the streetRazor blades under their feetSlabs of concrete thrus.. |
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